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A girl name Vivian who loves movie-ing, food, exploring and lots of craps! It's weird to describe myself especially nice descriptions. =) What else? What do you think?

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Messed Up (Wednesday, January 7, 2009)

Contradiction has always been in my life
Myself? What is that? Dunnoe? Where to find? Smile NO! Eh?!
Now here comes a term Messed Up!

Falling into traps, get out, heal, then fall in then get out then heal and fall again.
It seems to be a cycle for me.

Those common words, same old words, regular heard phrases I am sick and tired of it. Hearing it over and over again...is like intentionally hurting myself and yet all i ask for is simple. Utterly disappointing.
It's green light and with one leg out now it's red light.
Pre-occupied, distracting, disturbing, irritating! Get out!
For what I know I have been holding an empty shell and here comes contradiction.
Felt drained out.

Road ahead of me seems diminishing, wobbly, scary, difficult.
A side of me says Vie be brave! Another major side of me says Is difficult!

To reub, I am not afraid and I dun think there is anything i shld be feared of. Thanks for showing and revealing. I think I understand your part on Christainity but dun get me wrong, I know my limitations. And yea keyboard is cooler! Play more!

Right now, I can feel the nature calling, the smell of the salted sea, sea breeze gently blowing on my face, somewhere in the world is calling for me.

Blow the candles out,

Looks like a solo tonight

One day
You will wake up
With nothing but "you're sorry"
And someday
You will get back
Everything you gave me

Blow the candles out
Looks like a solo tonight
I'm beginning to see the light
Blow the candles out
Looks like a solo tonight
But I think I'll be alright

Your site information here (eg. How did you start this site? When did you started blogging? What made you own a blog? Who inspired you? etc.)
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The power lines went out

I am Bubbles and my sisters are Blossom and Buttercup. I love the colour blue whereas Blossom likes pink and Buttercup likes green. I have a favourite plush toy. Its name is... Octy. Octy is purple octopus which has 3 tentacles only. It has dark purple dots around its tentacles. Octy is very special to me because its my bestest friend ever and I sleep with Octy every single night.

This is me and Octy.

I'm beginning to see the light

Opinions on others that think of me.

Bubbles is the softest and sweetest Powerpuff Girl. But that doesn't mean she's a pushover. She can kick monster's and villian's butts just as well as her sisters can. Sometimes bad guys and monsters have a tendency to dismiss her, but they're the ones who are always sorry.
Blow the candles out,

Messed Up (Wednesday, January 7, 2009)

Contradiction has always been in my life
Myself? What is that? Dunnoe? Where to find? Smile NO! Eh?!
Now here comes a term Messed Up!

Falling into traps, get out, heal, then fall in then get out then heal and fall again.
It seems to be a cycle for me.

Those common words, same old words, regular heard phrases I am sick and tired of it. Hearing it over and over again...is like intentionally hurting myself and yet all i ask for is simple. Utterly disappointing.
It's green light and with one leg out now it's red light.
Pre-occupied, distracting, disturbing, irritating! Get out!
For what I know I have been holding an empty shell and here comes contradiction.
Felt drained out.

Road ahead of me seems diminishing, wobbly, scary, difficult.
A side of me says Vie be brave! Another major side of me says Is difficult!

To reub, I am not afraid and I dun think there is anything i shld be feared of. Thanks for showing and revealing. I think I understand your part on Christainity but dun get me wrong, I know my limitations. And yea keyboard is cooler! Play more!

Right now, I can feel the nature calling, the smell of the salted sea, sea breeze gently blowing on my face, somewhere in the world is calling for me.